On the south bank of the River Adelon there is a tiny offshoot of the
Gnome Village. Now, you wouldn't think that the Gnome Village is large
enough to support another little town, but you have to remember that gnomes
are very small. To them the so-called 'village' is quite the metropolis.
In any case, it is in this small hamlet that the story of Wylsin Plindane
begins.
The Plindane family has resided in the Gnomish Hamlet for generations. They
have always been a small family, with only one or rarely two children in
each generation. An odd tradition they have is requiring whomever is to
marry into the family to take the Plindane surname, whether they be male or
female. This practice has allowed them to keep the Plindane name alive for
ages upon ages.
Wylsin was one of the rare second-borns in the Plindane lineage. He came as
quite a surprise to Typsin and Mavy since they were rather older than
typical for gnomish parents and had already raised his older sister,
Lyunavy, to adulthood. Though they were happy, if not overjoyed, to have
another child in the family, it certainly wasn't part of the plan. They
were on the cusp of their own retirement, having already passed the majority
of the family estate and ventures to Lyunavy. Nonetheless, they raised him
well, with love and attention.
As Wylsin neared adulthood, his family made some efforts to incorporate him
into the business. However, a few problems quickly became clear. First,
there was little room in the business dealings for him. Second, he had
little interest in these dealings. He pulled his own weight, but didn't
display much flair or initiative.
Sensing a growing listlessness in Wylsin, the family gathered as much gold
as they could and made a surprise offering to him. They proposed to sponsor
him in whatever venture he chose. Surely the expected him to open a shop of
his own, or perhaps become an artisan of some sort. His actual choice
shocked the family. He was going to take the funds generously offered to
him and enroll in the Invoker Guild in the far away town of Timaran.
And in a short three days Wylsin gathered his belongings and set off for his
training in Timaran.
Wylsin's First Taste of Urban Life
The almanac Wylsin Plindane consulted when planning his journey had
forecasted clear skies the day he wished to depart for Timaran. Thus it
came with great surprise and annoyance when dark storm clouds began to roll
over him shortly after his departure from the Village. Undeterred, he
continued on his journey.
Several hours later, and thoroughly soaked, Wylsin approached the Western
Gate of Timaran.
"Salutations sirs," he called to the guards in the tower. "I seek the
Mage's Guilds! Would you be so kind as to direct me to their location in
the city?"
The guards peered down at him with a sneer. One glanced at the other and
smirked, then called down, "Follow the Main Street east through town. When
you get to the Eastern Square, turn left and head North. On your right
you'll see the, uh, guild hall. Tell 'em Viggs sent ya!"
"I offer my thanks for your assistance in this matter good sir," said
Wylsin, and off he went down the Main Street. He didn't seem to notice the
guards suppressing laughter and slapping each other's backs.
Following the directions relayed to him, he began down the street. After a
short time he came to a small town square. To the north he could see a
grand archway with many runes shimmering on its marble surface. It
certainly looked like a magical thing, but the guard had told him to go to
the Eastern square, and this was certainly too far West in the city to be
such a place. Shrugging his shoulders, Wylsin continued on down the road.
After a little while, he came to a much larger square. There were benches
sat around a large fountain. He took a moment to marvel at the fine
buildings around him, and craned his neck up at the Ivory Towers ascending
high above him to the north. They truly were a sight to behold! He noticed
a finger post that had several signs pointing in different directions.
Seeing that the Eastern Square was still further down the road he continued
on his path.
Finally he came to it. Another small square, much like the Western one. He
turned North as instructed and quickly saw the building he was looking for.
A sign hanging over the door read, "The Gold Mine." "Odd name for a mages
guild," Wylsin thought as he pushed open the door and went inside.
The inside was certainly odd as well. Wylsin expected to see towering
bookshelves filled with magical tomes. Or glittering artifacts under
intense study. Instead he found himself being suddenly stared at by a large
number of burly dwarves sitting at several stout wooden tables. A
particularly rough-looking dwarf stood behind a long counter holding a glass
and rag in his hands. There were several dark bottles on shelves along the
wall behind him. "Ah, those must be magical potions," thought Wylsin.
He nervously cleared his throat and said, "Salutations everyone. I am known
as Wylsin Plindane. I have travelled from the nearby Gnome Village to
undertake training in the ways of Elemental Magic. Please inform me, which
of you is the Guildmaster of Invokers?"
Several seconds of ringing silence followed this, and then the room erupted
in raucous dwarven laughter. "Excuse me gentle-dwarves," Wylsin yelled into
the cacophony, "I really dont understand what is so humorous regarding my
stated goal. I may yet be young for a gnome, but I am determined and
willing to learn from whomever will provide instruction to me" None of the
dwarves took any notice of his words, continuing to laugh and slap the
tables.
Wylsin then remembered what else the guard had told him and said, "I was
sent here by a Mr. Viggs." One of the nearby dwarves stopped laughing
suddenly and glared at Wylsin. "Dinnae ye say that name tae me, laddie," he
growled. "That Viggs cost me a lot o coin."
"Oi!" Called another dwarf, "Ye lea Viggs oot o' this. He's a good lad."
"Bollocks!" Spat the first dwarf. "That Viggs ain't good fer nothin'!
Alwae' yellin' about the town! And ye dinnae tell me what tae do," he
finished, jabbing a finger at the other dwarf.
"I'll say what I want to who I want!" Retorted the second dwarf.
"Oh yea?" Said the first, standing up.
"Yea!" Said the second, also getting to his feet.
For a moment they glared at each other. Then, at the same instant, they
dove at each other and began punching. Several of the other dwarves looked
on for a moment, then yelled, "Brawl!" And the entire place broke out into
a mass of fighting dwarves.
Wylsin ducked a flying chair and scrambled back out the door into the
street. He thought to himself, "Im beginning to think that may not be the
mages guild."
Description:
Looking about this place, you can't help but notice the little gnome
standing before you. He has one bright green eye that seems to seek yours
out. Where the other eye should be there is simply smooth skin.
Breaking your eye contact, you look over the rest of his face. A short,
almost button-like nose sits right in the center. His lips have a slight
orange-ish hue to them, and when he talks his teeth are dazzlingly white. He
has curly red hair, and when he turns his head it seems to shimmer as
though a great heat were emanating from him.
Wylsin, what a legend. Just look at the list of things he was involved in. I had nothing but excellent and engaging interactions with him over the years (though I'm still not sure I understand that question about chakras...).
We had so many amazing adventures, killed Demon Princes, battled in the Arena 3v3, and of course, who could forget you following me into the lava pit after a 30 min planning conversations about which ONE person would go in there!
Nothing but respect for this character. HoE in my book. A true Mystic that played the part to perfection. Best of luck in the future, my friend.
I'd be lying if I said I was anything other than relieved to finally be out of the situation we had gotten into. I always feel you were a source of positivity and inspired other players as a Mystic, and I really hope you don't stay gone for too long. Its because of you that Mystics will always have an important place in AR. I didn't come here to try to talk anyone into coming back. I know AR can be toxic. But you did not contribute to that environment. Not one bit. You were always respectful and trying to keep us sane, and just being steadily supportive of friends. More of a balancing force. Familiarity breeds contempt, as they say, but you've nothing but the utmost respect from me. We'll find a way to honor this character's legacy somehow.
I'm really sorry to see Wylsin go - what a great character! Super wise, super helpful to tons of players, always willing to go on an adventure and a great friend.
Thanks for all of the adventures! This is a char that won't be forgotten.
Wylsin - We could not have asked for a better Abecedarian. You set a great example with your leadership and philosophy of Mystics and you left me larger-than-gnome-sized shoes to fill. I enjoyed every interaction I had with Wylsin and really appreciated your wit and wisdom. You certainly made your mark on Serin and I am grateful to have studied under you. Your parting note about meeting Denadlyr was a great way to wrap things up. You will be missed.
It looks like this is goodbye,
Up and away like a firefly,
To your place in the night sky,
I hope you find your other eye.
Deepest apologies for not posting for so long. This is probably too late for you to see it but just in case! I keep meaning to write an epic worthy of you and just am not finding the words.
I have the utmost respect for you as a Cotorie branch head and as a researcher and adventurer in general. I loved everything about our dynamic. I am guessing this is completely unnecessary, but I sincerely hope you always knew that any spats we had were strictly in character based on who Wylsin was and who Trillian is and never reached the player behind the keyboard. I had a lot of fun with each and every one of them. I do so love drama.
Thank you for being a guide, for being a carry, and for the work you put in to keep the Consortium going and to generate new prompts and get us thinking in different ways and directions. You're forever the foremost researcher in my eyes. Hope you're having a blast in whatever it is you are up to now.
I enjoyed playing with you across multiple characters. felt like a staple in the game for the last three years. Hope you have fun on your next one.
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We had so many amazing adventures, killed Demon Princes, battled in the Arena 3v3, and of course, who could forget you following me into the lava pit after a 30 min planning conversations about which ONE person would go in there!
Nothing but respect for this character. HoE in my book. A true Mystic that played the part to perfection. Best of luck in the future, my friend.
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[reply to Davairus]
Oh, shit.
My last obit.
I saved it for you, brother.
We’ll never find another
Quite like you.
Or—if we do—
Only as a shade:
The memories degrade
Into legend, myth.
What I’ll miss—
More than your eye—
(I missed it already)
More than your heart—
(That thing came apart)
More than your head--
(How are you, dead?)
More than your wit—
(A mountain of it)
Is you. I’ll miss you.
You scamp. We’re through.
[reply to Valindra]
Thanks for all of the adventures! This is a char that won't be forgotten.
[reply to Kalist19]
It looks like this is goodbye,
Up and away like a firefly,
To your place in the night sky,
I hope you find your other eye.
Farewell,
Foggledonk
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[reply to Kedaleam]
Davairus 1 , 0 , 0 . I think I got it. If I got it wrong just let me know. Not sure whatever happened to it, wasn't intentional. voidwitch 
0 , 0 , 0 . Thanks, Dav. I believe cabal/coterie promotions/demotions revert custom titles back to default strings. BlackWidow 
0 , 0 , 0 . I can confirm this is the case. Trillian 0 , 0 , 0 . Great call! It feels weird seeing him listed as a Savant too but it is great to have the title back for the permanent record. Thanks for the fix Dav.
[reply to voidwitch]Deepest apologies for not posting for so long. This is probably too late for you to see it but just in case! I keep meaning to write an epic worthy of you and just am not finding the words.
I have the utmost respect for you as a Cotorie branch head and as a researcher and adventurer in general. I loved everything about our dynamic. I am guessing this is completely unnecessary, but I sincerely hope you always knew that any spats we had were strictly in character based on who Wylsin was and who Trillian is and never reached the player behind the keyboard. I had a lot of fun with each and every one of them. I do so love drama.
Thank you for being a guide, for being a carry, and for the work you put in to keep the Consortium going and to generate new prompts and get us thinking in different ways and directions. You're forever the foremost researcher in my eyes. Hope you're having a blast in whatever it is you are up to now.
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